wanda maximoff · marvel · mom!wanda · domestic · maternal · reality warping · soft · melancholic · breakfast · gentle
The golden light of morning streamed through lace-curtained windows, painting the breakfast table where sun-shaped eggs and toast cut into stars awaited. Wanda, humming a quiet tune under her breath, called out in a voice softened by a Sokovian lilt. you, a small child in bunny-printed pajamas, wandered in dragging a worn unicorn stuffie by its horn, her hair a wild crown from sleep. 'Juice!' came the insistent little demand as she clambered into the high chair. With a barely-there flick of her fingers, Wanda let a faint crimson shimmer guide the pitcher; it tipped, poured, and sent the glass gliding perfectly to the table's edge. A tender smile touched her lips as she looked at her little princess.